Rose and Rosie one-shots.

Chapter two-ty one: Sunsets.

  *Rose's POV*

  This dumbass.

  Let me take the story back, catch you up. Rosie and I were sitting at an outside dining area. My hair was up in a high ponytail that moved every time the wind blew. Her hair was down with a slight curl at the end. We were sitting across from each other, holding our hands above the table. I pulled my hand back to check my bag for something. I scrambled around in the bag, hoping to find what I needed. Then I heard a giggle come from Rosie. I looked over to see a man smiling at her. I didn't say anything at first, I knew it wasn't anything to worry about. How fucking wrong I was.

 "Rose, this is a boy from my primary school, Tripp." Rosie smiled at me. "And Tripp this is Rose." He smiled at me and turned his attention to Rosie. 

  I thought it was nothing so I went back to looking through my bag. As I still couldn't find the damn thing, Rosie said something softly and got up. The man had disappeared and she was heading to the bathrooms. At that moment my jealousy clock struck 12. I grabbed my things and shot Rosie a text saying I was tired and wanted to go home it also said that she could stay and I would just get an Uber home. 

  When I didn't get a text back, I just changed my mind and took the car myself. She could be the one to take the Uber. Though, I didn't want to go home. I had my phone on silent so I wouldn't be bothered. I just drove my car to the fields where we take Wilma and parked it. 

  I sighed at how stupid I must seem right now, but some time to myself wouldn't hurt. To be frank, though, all I wanted was Rosie by my side. My mind was full of my own thoughts, but the second I got out and shut the car door, the sound echoing, my mind went blank. I left my phone and bag in the car as I climbed up onto the fender, leaning my back against the fender of the car. The sun was starting to set and everything just didn't seem important for a second. I finally just took a breather. The light from the setting sun alined the trees and made them even glow. I pulled the jacket I had on off and used it as a blanket. 

 When my eyes started to close. I could hear a voice coming towards me. I stayed still, hoping today wasn't the day I get killed. Though I was mad at Rosie, I missed her touch and smile and right now I could use a hug from her. 

  "For fuck's sake did you have to park the furthest away?" Someone said as I turned around to see Rosie. A smile slowly appeared on my face, a matching one on her's as I helped her climb up onto the car. 

  "Needed some space from your annoying wife, ay?" Rosie asked as she leaned back and put her head on my shoulder. "Yeah, she was being a bitch." I joked kissing the top of her head.

  "Well, she would like to know the real reason why you ran off," Rosie said, looking up at me through her eyelashes. 

  "I got a little bit jealous when I saw you and Tripp because I remember you telling me you dated him." When I said that Rosie giggled.

  "I did, in fact, have a 'boyfriend' in primary school named Tripp. The Tripp we met today was just a friend, he's actually gay too." I soon found myself laughing. "And Rose, give me your hand."

  I put my hand in her's. "See this ring?" She asked, pointing to my wedding ring. I nodded.

  "I didn't just say all that shit about loving you forever for no reason. I love you and only you." 

  "U is a very nice letter, though I prefer R." I joked as Rosie rolled her eyes. "You dumbass." 

  "Curse words, very romantic," I said as I pulled her closer.

  "Oh shwut up," Rosie said in a baby voice. "Don't be bully." 

  As Rosie's baby voice made me melt, the sun finally truly started to set. I pointed up at it as Rosie turned to see it. I could see her little face light up as the blue sky turned to a dark color with stars. The colors were like a Bob Ross painting, beautiful. Each star seemed to make a picture, just depends on what the person was looking at it. Rosie sat in front of me so her back rested on my torso and my legs were on both sides of her. She leaned her head back and met her lips to mine. Her hand rested on my cheek, my hands resting on her thighs. I suppose jelousy isn't all that bad now is it?